Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Crime,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.